“The opposite of fear is faith.”
For me, hearing this for the first time felt like gaining access to a blueprint I had been missing my whole life. Fear was the source of so much of my pain; fear of failing, fear of feeling feelings, fear of rejection, fear of finding out what I had feared all along, fear of people, fear of situations, fear of lack of connections. Drinking subdued all those trepidations because the thoughts were drowned by liquor and blocked by the release of inauthentic serotonin. Shit, whiskey was the most loyal friend I had.
Faith was just a word and a meaningless one at that. If you had asked me 7 1/2 months ago to provide my version of a definition I probably would have recited parts of the LimpBizkit song.
Today faith is something I truly feel, (hand over heart), it’s how I know I’m on the right path and it’s what fills a room of strangers with hope.
Some days it is harder to find than others, and I know I can’t do it alone. That’s why my fellows are my lifeline. A woman spoke a few weeks ago on taking leaps of faith, we took a leap the moment we walked through the doors, because we didn’t know where we would land; we just hoped it would be better than where we had been. In sharing her experience she said:
“The only thing I could admit was that my life was unmanageable. The first step I got, the rest was impossible. But my sponsor said she had faith for me. She got me through when I didn’t know if I could.”
On days I want to pickup and breakdown, I remember this: that even if I don’t think I can make it, someone else knows I can.